Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong,
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man, who'll make love to my mind,
Knows how to answer, "How big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
MAN'S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac
with huge boobs who owns a liquor store
and a golf course.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a damn.
4 comments:
Ahahahahaaa!!!!
Wowser - if this ain't the most true thing that ever been posted on the Barn, I'm not sure that is.
'Cept, if it were me? I'd pray for the liquor store too.
Thanks for the great laugh!
that's funny - Tiff I'm with ya on the liquor store too though...
A deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor store and a golf course?
Damn.
My girl has all but one of those.
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